Robin, Singing

Follow me, Robin 
When the people come back
And noise returns
When I have to wear
My other self in buildings.
Follow me
You sitting free on branches, 
With me looking up
Not thinking about everything 
I am doing or have done -
Just feet and roots and sun
And you, singing.


Copyright LJ 2021.

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